Yaro Yarodi Lyrics

Who, oh who, is your husband?
Who, oh who, is the king of your arrogance?
Who, oh who, is your husband?
Who, oh who, is the king of your arrogance?

Like a bee that molds the moon,
Indiran batting the ball,
Tell me, is he the one who'll smash that ball?
The beauty of sandalwood paste,
The beauty of your swaying walk,
Tell me, is he the one who wears a white dhoti?
Who, oh who, is your husband?
Who, oh who, is the king of your arrogance?

Look, look, the gold is sweating. Look, why is the fragrant eye getting drowsy? Eh eh.
Tell me, is the beautiful one not here? Where will you kiss?
Tell me everything, Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me.
A virgin girl will act well, she will act. Will she sing a song for the bed?

Who, oh who, is your husband? Oh, he is the king of your arrogance!
Like a bee that molds the moon, Indiran batting the ball,
Tell me, is he the one who'll smash that ball? If he comes wearing a wrestling dhoti,
Fighting like a Jallikattu bull, Jasmine flowers will flow, just wait.

Marriage, marriage, marriage for the floral creeper, Marriage for the floral creeper.
Why, why does a girl need a gold thali? Why tie three knots? Eh eh.
One knot for rights, Two knots for relationship,
Three knots for the world. No women without men,
No men without women. If men and women unite,
There is no other joy like it.

Who, oh who, is your husband? Oh, he is the king of your arrogance!
Who, oh who, is your husband? Oh, he is the king of your arrogance!